Demi's POV
The sound of baby cries filled the bedroom through the monitor that was situated on the bedside table right next to my head. I turned over and squinted my eyes as I searched for the time on the clock next to the monitor. Five o'clock flashed brightly in red letters, causing a sigh to escape my lips as I quickly got out of bed and put on my cotton shorts and cami that had been thrown on the floor thanks to the last night loving. Grabbing the baby monitor as well as my phone, I slipped them into the pocket of my silk robe and quickly dashed out of my bedroom and jogged over to the twins nursery where my eight week year old baby Cameron was crying his eyes out as Candice slept through it without a care in the world. Turning the bedside lamp on, I subconsciously pouted at the sight of my baby boy crying and quickly lifted him up as I cooed him with a soft voice so he could stop crying. I cringed at the smell that was generating from his diaper, and so I walked over to the change table, quickly fixing the source of the problem as I sung a low lullaby which seemed to help settle his loud cries. Changing Cameron into a basic blue onesie, I grabbed his pacifier and cradled him in my ams as I made my way out of the nursery and tip toed by the kids bedrooms and made my way down the stairs and into the lounge room which seemed to have the TV already playing. Groaning at the thought of Justin leaving the TV on once again, I jumped back as I stifled a scream as a figure was sitting on one of the couches with there legs hitched up on the coffee table as they ate. My hand quickly found the light switch and seconds later the bright light filled the room as my gaze settled on the figure which caused me to playfully roll my eyes.
"Do you ever go home?" I chuckled causing Jaxon to look up from the TV as he continued to shove a spoonful of cereal in his mouth. Before he could speak up, I made my way over and sat on one of the couches across him and settled Cameron comfortably in my arms. "May as well move back in," I said while covering myself so that Cameron could feed without me being exposed to Jaxon.
"I'm considering it, I can't deal with kids." he huffed as he ate another spoon full of food.
"You do realize there's more kids here then at your place?" I told him as I shook my head and lifted my feet on the coffee table alongside Jaxon's.
"Yeah but they're not mine, meaning I haven't got any responsibility around here, I can be free without all that family shit."
This wasn't anything new so I knew all I had to do was sit back and let the boy rant on about his 'miserable' family life. Jaxon pretty much lived at our house, I'm talking he has his own room and everything which he used to sleep here four times out of the seven days a week.
See it's not that Jaxon doesn't love his wife and kids, because he does. He loves them a lot but the thing is Jaxon can only handle them in small doses so he usually seeks out refuge at our house which of course we don't mind."Hold on, why are you up at five o'clock in the morning?" I asked skeptically as I knew Jaxon valued his sleep almost as much as he valued his food.
"I woke up hungry," he explained and I nodded as it now made sense. "Which one you got?" he asked as he looked over with squinted eyes trying to tell which baby I held as Cameron was hiding under the blanket.
"Cameron."
Jaxon smiled wide as Cameron was now his favourite kid all because he had his middle name and Jaxon believed that it meant Cameron was the most special one out of all the kids, including his own. Fifteen minutes later, Cameron had finished up with his feeding and after burping him, I handed him over to his favourite uncle who seemed to be the only one that could get him to stop crying out of everyone, again Jaxon says it's because he's special and they have a connection because they share the same name.
"You want more Fruit Loops?" I yawned as I stood up and stretched out my tense limbs while looking over at Jaxon who was currently watching a Friends marathon.
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Royal Adoration
FanfictionA story of the heartless and the hurt. Can a man known to have no heart, save the one who was so broken? Justin "Bizzle" Bieber. That name alone can make a simple person shudder. Bizzle was no average hustler, he was much worse. He ran every street...